Kilroy Poems - Poems about Kilroy

Jonathan Price 'KILROY WAS HERE'  _________||||||____(  •  •  )____|||||__ __    ||||||         ||        |||||...

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Grandma Kilroy saw what was going down Before it went down She saw those hoodlums Big Dee and Tike Face head for the police officer’s car. Grandma Kilroy told her husband Call the police and ask for backup. He begged her to stay inside, but she was tired Of staying inside Of not standing up Of not being the best woman And...

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There will be no carved monument a notable nothings chisel to say “ Kilroy was here ” no mentions for mournful obituary the local newspapers won’t hear All but slow faded loggerhead so much struggling for remember me the acquittal of yesterdays memory announced by the digital alarms by their bed With those bauble paraphernalia's of surviving the counterfeit collection of reasoning why...

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Kilroy Was Here, etched in sand on the shore Waves wash over the inscription till it’s seen no more The sea crashes over castles built by children at play To commemorate a beautiful day. It’s my fault, too. Sand dollars with stars in place of Ceasar’s face Most are in pieces, but a few managed not to break Shark teeth...

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Kilroy was Here I don’t believe I can force any writing upon this pen; Though I may try and watch the ink as it flows the words are those I always know; Drawn in easy well planned display to reveal the heart in what it might say. So as I wait in my solitude the words to write which I allude; Inspiration, hate, war,...

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There was an elusive little guy often espied during World War Two, And who he was and whence he came no one ever really knew! He was a bald headed little feller with a very prominent nose, And he always left the message "Kilroy Was Here" in very stilted prose! You seldom saw his eyes and his hands were...

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Kings may come, kings may go, I go on forever. Letters in a constant flow, Recording each endeavour. On the walls and in the halls You may find that I vex, Waxing tall or shrinking small And alternating sex. Seas I ford, I go abroad Heeding my vocation, Evading eyes and compromise, Resourceful, I claim...

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